AND THE NEUTRALS’ LOUD SILENCE TOUCHED THE SKIES ABOVE

AND THE NEUTRALS’ LOUD SILENCE TOUCHED THE SKIES ABOVE

They employed peculiarly sardonic and sententious styles in composing their anti-government sentiments simply because a judgment debt had been secured by an entity called GCGP.

The composed dirges, ornamented them with sweet scented embellishments all in their attempts to blame the government.

They would needle Godfred Dame with their sarcastic comments and conclude that he was slumbering when the arbitration was ongoing.

If he had no slept on his job, Ghana would not have lost the arbitration, they said. Godfred was solely to blame for this, they indicated.

Then the fine details began filtering in, triumphing over the pack of lies they had been fed with. When Godfred Yeboah Dame sent in the true picture of events, the neutrals, or let me say, alleged neutrals, started retreating.

Flummoxed by the potency of what Godfred Dame supplied, these people started changing the narrative. They now saw the need to generalize judgment debts and its implications instead of dealing with the substantive issues relating to the GCGP saga.

Ayine came heavily into the matter. His role in getting GCGP registered, the logistical support he gave to them, the human resource personnel he made available to them, and the contract he drafted with those anti-Ghana clauses, came into being.

Sadly enough, these new turn of events appear not to turn their politically correct libidos on as they beat another retreat to feed on a FixtheCountry arrest which is far less important in the scheme of things.

Our neutrals have challenges with consistency. Their motivation lies in negative stories about the government and as long as there is nothing negative to make a capital out of, they retire into their bedrooms.

There are no neutrals in our political landscape. Neutrals whose activism is motivated by familial ties, friendships and a yearning desire to change a regime they don’t fancy cannot be said to be working in the interest of the state.

P.K. Sarpong, Whispers from the Corridors of the Thinking Place.